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Nothing Like You Author's Note:Starts a couple days after Damage. Spike is resting up in his crappy apartment, not fighting the forces of evil. Angel has been brooding about Buffy not trusting him anymore… and so the nasty evil sex begins. This is NOT set in the Officeverse; this is a one shot. The Officeverse is purely fun smut. This isn’t. RATED NC-17 for violence, non-consensual sex, forced oral, violence… I said that already, I know. Double warning, because this one is kind of ugly. ~~~~~~ Angel walked down the stairs to the tiny apartment and knocked. “If you’re Vision Boy, go to hell,” Spike called. “I’m not in the mood to save anyone’s ass right now. Let the buggers get eaten.” “It’s Angel,” Angel replied. “Can I come in?” “Oh, you.” Spike poured as much distaste as he could into the word. “Door’s open, and we’re all demons here. Feel free.” Angel turned the doorknob and entered the room. It was sparse. There was nothing but the bare essentials, a fridge, a TV, a stove. A really small bed. “You gave up Wolfram And Hart for this?” he asked. “Not like I had a cushy apartment in the upper levels, mate,” Spike replied as he opened a bottle of beer and swallowed half. “Just a leather couch and your sorry ass brooding about and being tiresome. This suits me fine.” Angel closed the door. “So… how are you feeling? Arms all healed?” Spike sighed. “Yeah, they’re fine. Fighting condition.” He looked over at Angel. “We getting all cozy now? One shared revelation and we’re best buddies again?” The sneer in his voice took any friendly overtures out of the question. “Just thought I’d see how you’re doing,” Angel said casually. “Since we go back and all.” Spike snorted. “I’ve been thinking…” “Brooding, you ponce,” Spike said. “Get it right. People like me think. People like you brood. It’s a law of nature.” “Whatever. Buffy didn’t trust me with that Slayer. She said I was playing for the wrong team.” Angel paced the room. “And I’ve been wondering, what would make her think that? She knew I was at Wolfram and Hart; I gave her the info and the amulet when I went to Sunnydale for the big showdown. She trusted me then.” “Is this going somewhere I’d actually be interested in being, Peaches?” Spike asked. “Only I have a lot of beer to drink, and I hate being drunk and bored to death.” “Yeah, I think it might,” Angel replied. He walked over to the table where Spike was sitting. “See, I figured out what changed it.” In a flash, he grabbed Spike’s beer bottle and tossed it across the room, shattering it. He wrapped his hands around the collar of Spike’s shirt. “It was you, you bastard,” he growled. He threw Spike against the nearest wall. “You died because of the amulet I gave her.” He squatted in front of Spike, who was slightly dazed. He punched him hard, making his head snap to the side. “She was in love with you,” another punch that slammed his head to the other side, “and she thinks I killed you.” He hauled Spike up and threw him across the room, nearer to the bed. “I was going to wear the amulet,” he growled. He kicked Spike in the ribs, and savoured the cracking noise of breaking bones. “I was going to die for her.” He picked Spike off the floor and threw him face down across the bed. “But does she remember that? NO!” He unbuckled his pants and shoved them down around his knees. “All she remembers is you dying, and she hates me because of it.” He rolled Spike onto his back, pinched his jaw open and shoved his cock into the vampire’s bloody mouth. “Don’t even try biting boy, or I will torture you for the next eight weeks,” he growled, and began pumping his hardened dick into Spike’s mouth. The younger vampire struggled a bit, but Angel punched his face hard and he stilled, allowing Angel to fuck his mouth. Angel pulled out, ripped at the fly of Spike’s jeans and tore them off. He flipped Spike over to his stomach, and grabbed his left arm, twisting it hard behind his back. Spike screamed as he heard his wrist break. “That’s it, you asshole,” Angel growled as he positioned his cock at the entrance of Spike’s ass. “Scream for me. I love it when you scream.” He shoved himself in, tearing the tiny hole and making Spike scream again. “Been awhile, hasn’t it, boy?” Angel whispered in Spike’s ear as he leaned over the man he was raping. “Probably haven’t had anyone here since me.” He pumped harder, ignoring Spike’s whimpers. “God, you’re so tight. I love how tight you are.” Spike thrashed on the bed. This wasn’t anything like before, when Angelus had roamed the earth. Back then, Spike had wanted to be taken, to be fucked hard by the demon. But he’d had something different since then, and this wasn’t what he wanted anymore. He prayed Angel would finish. His ass was sore and chafed; there’d been no preparation and no lube. Which hadn’t stopped him from becoming hard. Pavlov’s Dogs and all. Then Angel tensed behind him and roared. As his ejaculate flooded Spike’s ass, he leaned over the younger vampire and sank his teeth into the nape of Spike’s neck. He rested on top of Spike’s heaving body for long minutes then pulled out and got up. He rolled the vampire over again, jerked his hand up and down Spike’s cock until he came. He pulled up his pants. “Was it good for you?” Spike sneered. “Because I think we’ve lost that loving feeling.” “Shut up, Spike. You’ve got no right to talk. You’re just something to be used.” Angel grabbed a couple beers and opened them. He handed one to Spike. “Oh thanks ever so,” Spike replied. “For giving me my own beer after fucking me.” He eased himself across the bed, still naked, and tried to ignore the screaming pain in his ribs and the ache in his ass. “Want to know what I think, Angel?” Spike said after he took a swig of beer. “No,” the older man replied. Spike snorted.” “Too bad, bastard, because I’m going to tell you.” He took another swig. “Wasn’t me that made Buffy lose her faith in you. Was her fear.” “Why would you come to that conclusion?” Angel asked softly. “Not that I care.” Spike chuckled. “No, I know you don’t. But it’s the truth. She’s afraid that too much time in Evil’s Law Firm will give your demon a stronger foothold. And she’s right.” Angel lunged across the bed, but Spike moved away quickly. “Listen to the truth Angel, even if it kills you.” He gestured to the broken glass, the messed bed, his own swiftly blackening eyes. “Look what you just did. Stormed in, beat me, broke my bones, raped me.” He grinned. “All trademarks of Angelus. And bringing me off and grabbing me a beer doesn’t change that.” Then he walked over to Angel, whose temper was barely in check. He slammed out his own fist, his right, as his left wrist was definitely broken. Not his best punch, but it connected solidly. “Get the fuck out, Hero,” he hissed. “Go brood on something for awhile, and catch that inner demon of yours before it takes over and I get the singular pleasure of ending your existence.” Angel moved to the door. He turned and looked back at Spike. “Is that why you left? Were you worried that your demon would gain ascendancy over the soul?” Spike sighed. “No, jackass. I left because you all bore me to death, except that Fred. She’s a firecracker.” He laughed bitterly. “Told you awhile back, Angel. I’m nothing like you. Stop trying to see yourself in me.” He shoved him out the door and slammed it in Angel’s face, leaving the older vampire something to think about as he headed back to his law firm. Other Standalones Choose a Different Series 12 February 2004